Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.